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JUNIOR HIGH WAS THE BREAK-OUT PERIOD.SKIPPING SCHOOL, GAMBLING, REAL ORGANIZED FOOTBALL,GIRLS.SPIN THE BOTTLE,SOME GAME CALLED CATCH AND KISS,ALL JUST INNOCENT FUN.I HAD A GIRL, ONE OF THE GANG.BUT IT WAS ANOTHER GIRL IN THE GANG THAT LAID DOWN ON MY MOTHERS COUCH ONE NIGHT WHEN NO ONE WAS AT HOME.I PULLED UP HER SHIRT AND SUCKED ON HER LARGE, YOUNG BREASTS.IN NO TIME SHE WAS ON MY BED, NOTHING MORE THAN A MATTRESS FROM A COUCH-BED THAT SAT THREE FEET TO THE RIGHT, NOW STUFFED WITH BOOKS TO HOLD UP THE CUSHIONS.I PULLED HER JEANS DOWN TO HER FEET AND LOWERED MINE TO MY KNEES.WHEN I POSITIONED MYSELF OVER HER, MY DICK GREW EYES OF ITS OWN,AND SOME HOW MADE AN UNINTERUPTED PLUNGE INTO HER WARM, MOIST, PUSS, (AS WE CALLED IT IN THE EARLY 70’S).I FOUND MYSELF TRYING NOT TO PUT TOO MUCH WEIGHT ON HER AS I SLOWLY ROCKED MY ROCK HARD COCK IN AND OUT OF HER. THERE WAS NO KISSING, NO WORDS OF LOVE, NOT EVEN THE SOUND OF DIRTY SEX TALK TAKING ME TO THE FINAL SHUDDERING PLUNGES. I STOOD OVER HER AND PULLED MY JEANS UP JUST ENOUGH TO WALK OUT THE BACK DOOR OF MY ROOM,WHERE I PEED OFF THE BACK PORCH INTO THE GRASS AND FELT THE RELAXING CALM OF MY FIRST PUSSY DEPOSITED ORGASM.
CALM IS A SHORTLIVED SCENARIO, FOR NOW THE CRYING OF A YOUNG LADY WHO DOES NOT WANT TO BE THOUGHT OF AS A WHORE CONTINUES INTO A LATE NIGHT CONFESSION TO MY SISTER WHO HAS TO DRIVE HER HOME, BUT NO, DROP ME AT THE DESERTED BEACH WHERE I CAN THINK THIS THROUGH CAUSE I DONT WANT TO BE A WHORE. TEN MAYBE FIFTEEN YEARS WENT BY AND I KEPT HER SECRET. PAM DEVELOPED INTO A RAVEN HAIRED BEAUTY THAT I COULD FEEL PROUD ABOUT LOSING MY VIRGINITY TOO. AFTER ALL, IT WAS JUST ADOLESCENT DISCOVERY. IN ABOUT 1985 I FOUND OUT SHE TOLD EVERYONE THE NEXT DAY. SIGNED…SCHMUCK.

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